Hakai no Miko

The morning meeting held here recently between the sights of the Royal Palace of Holmea was surrounded by unusual tensions.

The cause of this is King Walius, who sits on the throne seated in the deepest part between the sights.

King Walius, sitting powerless on the throne, no longer had the shadow to see. It even looks like I've gotten old all at once in the last few days.

King Walius, who fainted the other day, but soon regained consciousness. But as soon as he woke up, King Walius cramped (convulsed) his body violently with unspeakable oddity. For this reason, I had to be forced to sleep by the medicinal water prescribed by the samurai doctor.

However, while showing so many symptoms, it is the view of the samurai doctor examined that no serious illness or the like was found in the body, probably due to feeling (or feeling) overwhelmed.

King Warius was likely suffering from a conversion disorder - the so-called hysteria.

It is Stefan, MD, who is a leader in medical history research, who points that out.

His theory is based on the description of the samurai's notes. According to this, King Walius sometimes had cramps and fainting when he was placed in extreme tension from an early age. But it is also described as having healed by the time of adulthood.

But it is Dr. Stefan's chanting theory that King Walius was extremely stressed and recurred the conversion disorder that was healing due to a series of offensives that began in the Marben Copper Mountain raid by the Son of Destruction.

As Dr. Stefan says, we really don't know if King Walius had a conversion disorder.

In any case, it would be obvious if King Walius unraveled not only the handwriting of the samurai, but also the journal of the samurai of the Royal Palace of Holmea, the personal letters of the ministers and other precious historical materials of the end of the Holmea country, which remain only marginally.

And many records say it was feared as the curse of the Son of Destruction.

Also on this day came an unexpected visitor during the sight of the unobstructed morning council not to inspire King Walius.

It was the noisy noise heard from the entrance between the sights that informed the visit.

It is unacceptable to make such noise during the important morning meeting to decide on national measures. As the heavy ministers frowned at who the hell was making noise, one man came in undeniably between a glance, drawing the noise of chatter and metal touching each other.

That was in the late twenties, roughly. He is quite a favorite boy who cut his candy hair short and grew his jaw.

"Father!"

The man, who raised his voice so loudly, rushes to the throne, sounding a scratchless armor decorated with gold and silver ornaments.

"I heard you fell, this Alexius. I can't stay or not, we're way past it!

This man's name is Alexius Walius Holmeanis. He is the only son and first heir to the throne of King Walius.

He was King Walius, who was sitting on the throne without power, but reacted to Alexis' voice and raised his face in a slow motion. And when I see my son's face, with a ho relieved look on his face, he rises loosely from the throne.

"... ooh, ooh, ooh. Alexius, my son."

He was king Walius, who tried to walk over to his son with a faint voice, but his leg was drawn, and he was about to fall. Alexius, who ran over it, extended his arm and held his body.

"My son, Alexius. Well done. Back. Well done, we're back...!

"Father. Rest assured. There's nothing to worry about now that Alexius is here!

That being said, Alexius lends his hand to his father and makes him sit on the throne. And stand beside the throne yourself, as you support the decaying Father King.

At first glance, it is an inspiring sight of a filial son who has rushed to know his father's predicament (cu), but the heavy ministers who see it did not hide their confusion. In time, one of the heavy ministers will speak courageously.

"Unfortunately, I would like to speak to Your Highness. Why did His Highness come to the royal palace?

And Alexius whispers his nose in a small way just to ask him not to come down.

"My father has fallen. It would be natural to worry and rush"

"No, that's not what I meant -" the chief minister continued after a slight mouthful. "- I remember His Highness was entrusted with the defence of the eastern border?

Unlike his father King Walius, Alexius, who is blessed with stature, intense temperament and a rooted samurai, should have been in the defense of the eastern border as a general. King Walius has not given Alexius an order to return to the king's capital. And yet, why are you here?

To that question Alexius replied:

"Father is the king of Holmea. Isn't it Holmeer's fatherhood? Whatever you put down, you have to rush!

Instead of being evil, heartfelt heavy ministers and martial officers frowned upon Alexius, who stretched out his chest and told him to be proud.

It was not much praise to rush to renounce the guardianship of the borders that had been entrusted to him without any permission, for how much it was the predicament of the Father King. But those who frowned, instead of glorifying Alexius' demeanor, immediately took his expression and misled it.

This prince, who hates Darius no less than his father King Walius, has banished Darius from the national army one after the other, and has recruited only those close to him. If I'm going to say something bad, I don't know what kind of bite they're going to eat.

"Father! Rest assured! Watch this Alexius kick the slaves and more!

"Right, right. You can count on me, my son."

In the eyes of King Walius, who takes his son's hand, there were tears in his eyes.

However, it is difficult to say what is easy to do. Fearing the two dances of Marben Copper Mountain, the Horsemen draw to their territory, and the elite of the National Army meets Romanian on the eastern border. In this state there is nowhere in the army to be turned over to the rebel slaves of Bornis.

That is why many of the heavy ministers and warlords could not help but bite their teeth, even if they greatly damaged the country's prestige.

One of the outraged martial artists asks, pushing and killing his inner grump.

"That's right, Your Highness. I would like to ask my ministers how they are contemplating discussing a rebellious slave."

And Alexius says aloud against his chest when he laughs niggardly.

"Needless to say, by my 'Black Wall'!

During the glance, a loud voice rose deliberately.

"The Black Wall" is the most powerful army of Holmea, once called the Supreme General of Holmea, which Darius has compiled with the aim of a strengthened army that all Holmea generals look upon.

It is not a blood muscle, but an army of elites in the elite, narrowed down and braided by Darius himself by thorough training and trials, of elites selected from among the Holmeer National Army based solely on their individual abilities and history of war.

Unified in black colour, its legions were called the undamaged black walls "black walls" of the Holmeer nation, not to mention exhibiting unparalleled strength in dense formations.

The more intense it is, the better it is, because it made the first king to inspect the "Black Wall", who had just finished forming it, say, "Even if Romania can cross the Rabbian River, it will not be able to overcome the" Black Wall ".

"If you take it to my" Black Wall, "it's just a bunch of featherworms, such as suburbans and rebel slaves. I'll blow you away in one breath!

Everyone thinks that if it is indeed a "black wall," as Alexius speaks in Australian. In fact, "Blackwall" cites a track record that just makes you think so.

But at the same time, the martial officer who asked Alexius was surprised.

"No way, Your Highness is going to turn the 'Black Wall' over to the Western Rebellion Slave Crusade?

There is no reason why the martial officer should be surprised. Because Holmea is the strongest legion, the "Black Wall" distributes to the eastern border as the strongest barrier against the Romanian state. In this situation, in which the Romanian State may attack, its strongest fences cannot be moved without any thought from the east.

But Alexius makes a deliberate laugh before saying it off.

"Not enough to fear, such as King Dordea of Romanias! It's been over a month since we've already stared at each other at the border, but Romanian fears my 'black wall' and doesn't even look like they're attacking us all the time. King Dordea, you look cowardly!

So to Alexius, who affirms that there is no problem in moving the "black wall," the lay ministers changed their blood phase. If King Dordea is still thinking of invasion for fear of the "Black Wall," all the more so, the "Black Wall" cannot be moved from the eastern border.

Heavy ministers were looking for words to persuade Alexius to translate, and one voice went up there.

"Your Majesty, I address you to Your Highness"

That was Pompius, a former prime minister.

"That's His Highness Alexius. An attitude and words of perseverance that correspond to the Prince of Holmea. I'm impressed with this Pompius."

To the praise of Pompius, even called the Grand Chancellor, Alexius becomes nostalgic. "Just now -" Pompius continued.

"I cannot rest the old bones of this cautious man if His Royal Highness and the 'Black Wall' are no longer above the eastern border as the Romanian state shows an attacking attitude"

For the words of the former Grand Chancellor and the heavy ministers who stand between them to show silent approval, even Alexius can't pass me by. It was Alexius who expressed his dissatisfaction by bending his mouth to the letter to even though he did not do as he wished, but it was also Pompius who reached out to him for salvation.

"There, Your Highness. I have a good plan…"

Pompius smiled with a smile.

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"Brother..."

After a glance, Alexius, who was in a good mood and walking down the aisle of the royal palace, was called from his back and stopped on his feet.

Looking back, it was one girl there. The age is about mid teens. In the Holmeer country, he had put together dresses only allowed for advanced children and decorated himself to the extent that he did not become nasty with gold and silver ornaments.

The colour of the hair cut off to the extent it applied to the shoulder is a candy colour very similar to that of Alexius. If I looked consciously at it, I could see a resemblance to Alexius in its young face as well.

"Wallina..."

Alexius shrugged in his mouth small and frowned faintly.

This girl is called Warina, the First Princess of the Holmeer Country. This year, he is a princess who has just turned fifteen in years. Being a royal princess makes her fiancée at the age of twelve or three, and being fifteen makes it no wonder that she is married to another country or descended to a leading nobleman in the country.

However, in addition to her inborn frail physique, Warina had been called with disdain by a certain vice and was still a princess who had not been ordained as one of her fiancées.

And, above all, the biggest reason being repelled from the aristocratic side of accepting descendants is their relationship with Alexius.

For Alexius, Walina is just one sister. But the relationship between the two is never good. If you say so, Alexius hated this sister princess.

It was due to each other's birth.

Alexius is a prince born of a concubine, whereas Walina is now a princess - or half-sister - born of a late righteous queen.

As a royalty at the time, King Walius, who was rare and pale in his sexuality, was either physically fit or poorly endowed with children between her and the righteous queen. In it, Alexius, though a common son, was the only child of King Walius, and as the next king, he gathered together the expectations and joy of the Holmeer kingdom.

That was when the Lady Dowager finally became pregnant.

It was the Holmeer Royal Palace, which boils down to the expectation of the birth of the child who was about to give up, but the figure of man disappeared from around Alexius in inverse proportion to it. If a child is born, then at best Alexius is just a common son. Until then, the more those who bewitched Alexius took a distance from him.

But it was the princess - Wallina - who was born with no right to inherit the throne in the Holmeer kingdom. Moreover, the weak Queen also suffered from poor postpartum fatigue and finally died without ever getting up from the floor.

People came back around Alexius, but the heart of Alexius, already young, was broken.

And it has caused Alexius to root in the back of his mind unaware of his hatred for the newborn Walina.

The troublemaker of the royal palace who loses his mother, who is supposed to be behind him, and is neglected by Alexius, who will be the next king. That was Princess Wallina's situation.

It was Alexius, who was often not called out or tried to work with, but all this time he was in a good mood, calling his sister's name with a gentle voice sometime.

"What is it, my sister Walina?"

Alexius always had the habit of "my sister" when calling Wallina. That was to unconsciously let others know that Warina was a woman younger than herself and in a lower position than herself.

Walina, who had wandered off to see, stroked her breasts howling down at her brother's gracious voice.

"Brother, I have a favor to ask of you."

It is unusual for a sister who usually doesn't even show her face from her own room in the back of the royal palace to come out to such a place, where her ministers also go out of their way. I wondered what a wish it was, and Alexius was willing to listen.

But soon Alexius will regret it.

"May Uncle Darius return to the post of general, may I have a word with your father?

Alexius was cut.

"Why do I have to talk for that old man?"

Alexius was also once a respectful young man of Darius, who was called Holmeer's best general.

But what turned that longing into hatred was at a feast celebrating his victory in the first line. This is what King Walius asked Darius when he was drunk on his son's medal.

"Alexius is blessed with his general talent while my son. Don't you think you could be the next general?

And Darius said he often thought about it and then returned it like this.

"His Royal Highness Alexius is at the mercy of the king. Such as the general, it's outrageous."

King Walius, watered where he was concerned about the prince's victory, said, "So what does it take to be a grand general?," Darius replied with a bitter smile.

"I know that you know the taste of mud better than anyone."

"So you know what mud tastes like?

"I don't like that. - I hate that."

It is a celebration of victory at the booze table. That's the end of the story.

But there was one who put it extraneously into Alexius's ear. Alexius was stunned, disappointed, and angry when he heard this.

The man I admired put me on a kerchief that I was not the vessel of the Grand General. That turned my longing into resentment.

From Alexius today, his vision of Darius disappeared, causing his father, Walius, to raise more hatred than Darius.

Even Warina paled her white face to a harsh reprimand from her brother, whose hatred persisted. Alexius also threw up a blatant disdain as he deliberately passed by the side of Wallina, who shivered his body small in pity and fear, in absurd footsteps.

"This worm princess...!